Blackfeather Woods A Corpse in My Bed

Sorry for the short post. x-x”

There was a glint of amusement hidden in the gaze of the Inuit, a perfect show of his feelings towards what he’d just learned. It was fascinating to learn that his son had spun a tale decent enough to frighten a wolf of the woods, even if he had been given some assistance with it. When the details of what the boy had done were made known, he could not refrain from chuckling. “A flying eye?” he repeated, settling his fiery gaze upon the face of the woman. “Did he mention the name ‘Issitoq’ during his story?” Unless the boy had somehow come up with something entirely on his own, Kove had a decent idea of what he might have gone on about. Given the elder had been the one to share with the child the knowledge of Issitoq, it was, partially, his fault such a fright had been given. Of course, he would not admit to that aloud, his experience with woman making the outcome of such a finding seem as if it could be nothing but negative. He’d been on the receiving end of the wraith of females more times than he cared to admit, and wasn’t about to put himself into that type of situation again anytime soon.

Kove’s interest piqued, slightly, when told of the experience had with blindness. He wondered, briefly, what had caused that, but decided it didn’t matter in the end. Nemesis’ sight had been returned, which was all that was truly of any concern. “I apologize on behalf of my son’s actions,” he voiced, offering a faint movement of his cranium. “It was unfair of him to do that when you’d recently recovered from losing your sight.” The man knew that, no matter the situation, it was doubtful Xan would ever apologize on his own, therefore the elder was the one needing to take care of it.